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can 2000 EM26 come a little closer tonight? because the next time the quicksand leaves the pyramids it’s lightning in the brain for me forgotten names, confusion, white clothes, sipping tea the lightning would ****** the sand into glass reflective and clean, a coo of lithium’s past and, in the cracked hands of rusty fishermen, dead, caked salt and an empty fountain pen i can only laugh at my heart now an eager bubbling mess, like red and black watercolors handled by children staining walls and faces too “something” for this world
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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can 2000 EM26 come a little closer tonight? because the next time the quicksand leaves the pyramids it’s lightning in the brain for me forgotten names, confusion, white clothes, sipping tea the lightning would ****** the sand into glass reflective and clean, a coo of lithium’s past and, in the cracked hands of rusty fishermen, dead, caked salt and an empty fountain pen i can only laugh at my heart now an eager bubbling mess, like red and black watercolors handled by children staining walls and faces too “something” for this world
whatever ignore this
nicholas-davis
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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